I have heard many things about “As we get older”. And I am now seeing a lot of these things happening as I get older. One of them is loss. The older I get the more loss I see. There is not just older people either just people you know that seem to die young or old.

Of course we all expect to see our grandparents and parents go. That is one of the hardest things. My dad died when I was in my early 30’s and then every now and then we would lose a friend or an uncle or two in a year.

I have started losing more and more friends. And last year the very devastating loss of my mother. So what does all this means. It means that as I get older so does everyone around me and we are all approaching that age where people are dying at.

So what have I learned from this? Well take good care of my health. Be kind to others especially those you love their time may be soon and then they are gone. It is too late to let them know how much you cared. Because we never know when it is our time.

I also have learned that stress is a big killer. Every day I start my day now sitting outside listening to mother nature’s news cast for the day. No TV. not even my music which I love and listen to all the time. Music is medicine for the soul and mind and body. But being outside sitting. listening, feeling the morning air at 5 or 6 am (or whatever time you get up will help start your day with calm and joy. And hopefully more time to hang around with a good friend that just may not be around for long. You may find something different that works better for you but keeping stress away from your life is critical.

Yes age does bring a lot to us, I just want to handle it with as much grace as I can and hopefully these old bones will take me and my friends and family through to another day. Thankfully I have discovered how to start my day right and I will be working on all the rest! Have a Great Day!

To Our very special friend Chris V. you will be missed and you most certainly will be remembered!

Good Morning to you all. This is just a little random silly poem I typed this morning after another short night or is it a long night I am not sure. But it is what comes out of not sleeping, lol. I am sure most of you understand some sleepless nights and know your mind is pretty cloudy when you are half asleep or half awake either way. Our brains really need sleep to function. So I wish for all of you a good night sleep every night!

In the middle of the night it has been said

you won’t hear a sound as you lay in bed

but I find that it is not to be

at least it is not the case for me

as I lay there I hear it all

every noise and creak in the wall

No matter what I do it is there

If I could sleep I would not care.

The house is dark and all are in bed

Some are so lucky they sleep like the dead

I lay there as the house speaks to me

Telling me about its history.

I toss and I turn wishing it to be quiet

I can already tell it is going to be a long night.

Writing is such a good exercise for a brain, for a heart and for a soul. You can say anything you want on paper and then you can throw it all away. That can soothe a heart. The thinking of it stimulates your brain along with the writing of it helps the brain and dexterity. You can write on paper and tell a special someone something nice to brighten up their day. They may want to keep it and reread it. Maybe little notes tucked under the windshield wiper of their car to find on their way to work or long love letters. That will put a little joy into both your souls. You can express any feelings about things and express things that should be said but can’t and feelings that need to be released and not hurt anyone and free yourself of those feelings. You may need several letters, who knows it may take a book! Isn’t that” a novel idea”!!! Loll!! Loll!!! Ok I am sorry just had to try that line our once, lollop!!

I fell away from that part of writing which is so important for me. I focused on the fun part of it and such and came across too many road blocks. I forgot you have to do the work to finish the job. You most certainly should not give up the fun part which can use ones imagination beyond our wildest dreams. That is good for the brain, the heart and the soul. But you have to put in the work and balance it out. Although as in most things good in life there is usually a little more work that makes the fun part so good.

Well it is off to work for me. Hopefully and can get down to the business of writing that I love.

Well the next morning we took off early and drove to Port Townsend where we stayed for two nights. When we first moved to Washington we went over there and fell in love with all the Victorian homes. The buildings down town are beautiful old historical buildings and they are filled with good restaurants and some great art galleries and shops of all kinds of things as well as lots of hand crafted arts. “Port Townsend was also known as the City of Dreams.” It might have become “the Seattle of Washington” at one time. It sits on the northeast corner of the Olympic Peninsula within the site of the beautiful Olympic Mountain Range and it is just a two hour drive and a 30 minute ferry ride from Seattle.

There is nothing more stimulating to me than the smell and the feel of the ocean. It seems to wake up all my senses and cleanse them and open them up to all around me and Port Townsend is surrounded by water – the Straits of Juan de Fuca, Admiralty Inlet, and Discovery Bay. In a Seaport everything seems to interact and react with the sea. And with all the things to see walking around it makes for a wonderful day.

We stayed at a Hotel called the Palace Hotel. It was wonderful. Good rates, very clean, and very helpful and friendly and knowledgeable staff. It is all done in antiques and is spacious and unique and each floor has a great “living room” to sit and read, play games or whatever if you don’t want to sit in your room.

The hotel used to be the Captain Tibbals Building built in 1889. It is considered a beautiful example of Port Townsends architectural past. The building had been used as several different types of business. In 1925 to 1933, the two upper floors where known as the Palace Hotel, but nicked named “the Palace of Sweets”. It was a brothel and hotel.

It was like going back in time. Yet you have your modern needs. I loved the rooms and whole feel of the place. But what impressed me the most was the service and how the people that worked there not only were willing but able to give you information on the town, the history, and the best places to eat and there are plenty of those. And you were always greeted with a friendly warm smile and hello. I would give this place a great rating. And I thank you all at the Palace Hotel for such a good stay!

For two days we spent walking around in the crisp but not cold sea air, eating good food, seeing beautiful old buildings and houses and some great shops. It is a great place to see. People are friendly and always willing to help. Fort Warden Sate Park is out there close also. It is definitely a trip I would recommend. And if you do go take some time to go through the very small but interesting museum which houses the old jail house. I had no idea the history of this unique town. They have a really good short film that actually won an award that sums the history up which proves to be pretty interesting.

Good Morning! Well I am falling behind, but I am working on it, lol. This is a poem I wrote for NaNoWriMo a few years back. It is part of a book called “The Poetry Savors” that I wrote that turned out to be over 50,000 word story in almost all rhyming poem form, lol, I didn’t do it on purpose, lol! I am still editing it and hope to try to get it published. This has been posted before by itself although the version has change just a touch. Enjoy your day! Don’t forget to go check out the A-z challenge for poetry and other bloggers who are celebrating Poetry month. There are so many good writers out there.

Ok so it is now nite time and this is the sixth time I have tried to post this. I have been having computer problems and well I am frustrated. Hopefully this time it will work.

I started doing this little exercise on being nice a few years back. Whenever I go and do my errands; grocery shopping, post office, beauty shop, or anything involving another person, I make a point of finding something nice about the person I am dealing with and compliment them on it.

It may they have a great smile or nice eyes or a great hair cut. It may be the color they are wearing looks great on them or that their customer service is good, it doesn’t matter as long as it is honest. I know how tough it is to work with people all day long. We can sometimes all get cranky or impatient in situations so I check myself and my attitude by really taking time to find something nice about this person and tell them especially if they are cranky already. I never lie or make something up. I really look for something and sometimes that is hard but there is something good to be found in everyone, I believe that.

This usually changes the interaction and usually for the good on both sides. It just makes getting things easier and pleasant. It can change your whole day from bad to good. Yes, I do it for me also. I still have this child like world peace vision that I know so many of us still have and want. I want everyone to feel good about themselves. I still believe there still is a lot of good in this world and I feel now is the time to show it!

This is a re-blog from April 2011. I was reminded of this one because I used this practice of mine to find something good in everyone. This morning a friend who always compliments people ( Thank you CMB) who reminded me also so I thought I would re post this. Have a great day!

This is one of the thoughts poems. I write these sometimes just to clear the cobwebs from my head. I don’t edit them or use any form or style of poem. Other than the rhyming there is not much structure. It helps clear my mind. Sometimes I type them and then toss them. That is like getting rid of the bad thoughts because I am choosing to throw them away. I find writing and journaling works to help release thoughts and make room for new ones. Have a Great Day!

Today I am posting some of my unstructured poems which really are just thoughts for April 9th & April 10th. I sometimes use these as starts to writing other poems or stories or sometimes they stay as they are. I hope it gives you a break and you can imagine yourself just sitting out in the country side enjoy all that nature has to offer without any stresses or conflicts to bother you for the day! Have a great day! For me sometimes all it takes to find peace is just to be out in the security and beautiful settings of this planets country sides.

A Country Morning

The noise of birds singing and the soft cool breeze…

Blowing thru the trees…

Surround you; calm you, inside and out.

Feel the prickle of the slightest

Fresh dew hitting your face, bringing you alive

Feel the quiet calming peace wrap you in nature’s security

Mornings

There is nothing like the peace in the morning, the sun playing peak-a-boo thru the trees

The birds singing good morning, the fresh air, the very slight breeze is cleaning softly.

Trees

Trees are natures’ fence

To keep all things among them comforted in beauty and security, protected.

This “writer’s block” has hit me this year again. I have been tackling other areas in my life that needed tending too so that has helped keep me busy at least and not get totally off the path by stewing over the fact that I haven’t been writing much but I have used this time to get ready to do a lot more writing.

I am not going to make a New Year’s Resolution to start writing on a more regular basis because that is not how writing works. For me at least I know it comes to me on its time and terms. I just tweak it. I will always try to write but I can’t promise it will come out.

I do want to start the New Year out right by THANKING YOU ALL VERY MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! THANK YOU TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS AND GUESTS THAT STOP BY! HAPPY NEW YEAR!

My name is wildwriter. I have that name because my writing is still in wild raw form. I am learning to tame it and put it into the graceful art of a beautiful book as it belongs. Sure the ideas are good most of the time and stories and poems spill out easily. Imagination is not usually a problem.

I think books are beautiful. They are gifts to all of our senses. They can take you anywhere in the world or universe or beyond. You can be anything and everything you ever dreamed of just by getting into the character of a good book. Every sense is stimulated. Your imagination peaked beyond everyday usage. You learn, you feel, you understand, you cry, laugh or get angry. So many feelings can be brought out. It is a great therapy. Books are one of man’s greatest creations.

I am a writer. I have to keep reminding myself of this because sometimes a writer comes to a wall and it seems of late I keep running into it. But my head is not so hard that a few rams into the wall and I realize I should climb over it before I knock myself out.

So here I sit in front of my window looking at a beautiful mountain, which should bring motivation, trying to climb the wall. Where it will take me and will I be able to climb it, right now I am not sure except I HAVE TO CLIMB THE WALL, of that there is no doubt.

I have no story in mind, only lots of thoughts and ideas, no motivation for any certain one at this time but I have this burning desire to sit and type and type and type. Of course I would hope at the end of all that typing would be a completely edited and finished fantastic book. And that is my dilemma. How do you go from A to Z without the perfect prompt, that perfect story to reel everyone in? And then how do you tell it just right so that people will want to finish it. I picture it. I see my manuscript being read and an agent calling me telling me they are going to get it published. I see myself signing the paper work after a million and one questions. I question everything. I hear the sigh of relief that this meeting is over even though they are anxious to do it. They know my book is good.

Yes I picture it all. There is the celebration of the book sales, the excitement of seeing my name in print knowing that people all over the world will now read my book and are taken where ever I send them. And then again the mad dash at the keyboard to put out the next one. My hair has grown long and wild. My eyes are bloodshot with big bags under them from lack of sleep. The vision of me is surreal as I watch myself. I am on a roll my eyes are glazed over from the words coming from what is left of my mind.

The sheets of typed paper are stacked high all over. The letters flow like water from a stream coming over the rocks down off a snow covered mountain. The letter to the agents typed, the synopsis, the first 3 chapters perfected, yes it plays like a good movie over and over in my head. BUT, and that is the problem, and the only word that comes to mind at this moment.

I am a writer and I have the story to tell, I just can’t seem to find it right at the moment. I know this is a common condition with writers. Many “hit the wall” at times. What do they do? I have heard lots of ideas but not one that works at the moment. I see myself hunched over the computer from exhaustion. There are four words on the page after what seems like hours of typing. They are: “I AM A WRITER!”